At the riverside, stood a dwelling,
Where the dweller is revered,
Concrete fence in its surrounding,
And everything is guarded.
Inside of it there’s a seat,
That gives power to anyone,
And everyone longs to get,
To have dominion over the land.
I wonder how it is to be,
Sitting on that piece of article,
Would you still be able to see,
The condition of the people?
Would the dweller dare to stand,
And leave the chair for awhile,
Would the occupant give a helping hand,
And leave the luxurious style?
The public possess the chair,
And nobody has the right,
To stay and abuse the power,
For the people will show their might.
